To my me­mo­ry comes a vi­sion
That my heart can ne’er for­get,
Of my mo­ther, with her ten­der care for me,
For the face of years for­got­ten
Still re­mains, I see it yet,
And her brow re­flects the light of Cal­va­ry.

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And the tear­drops, how they glist­ened,
When she told me of His love,
How the ten­der Shep­herd came to seek the lost,
O’er the mount­ain, thro’ the val­ley,
Every foot­print stained with blood,
Till He pur­chased my re­demp­tion on the cross.

’Twas the voice of my dear mo­ther,
Full of love and sym­pa­thy,
That so oft­en cheered my heart when sad and lone,
For I felt the need of Je­sus,
And her con­stant pray­er for me
Led my wan­der­ing foot­steps to my Fa­ther’s home.

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Tho’ my mo­ther has de­part­ed,
Still I feel her spir­it near,
As she pleads be­fore the heav’n­ly Fa­ther’s throne,
And her pray­ers my life shall an­swer,
For I long to meet her there,
And to see the Christ who bought me for His own.

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